Mal Malloy Nude Novels & Stories

People seemed oblivious at first or perhaps they wondered where this was driving at. As they got closer, I felt my fingers sweaty. My mouth went dry. As if on cue all gym shorts dropped low. The biggest one, Malik, had a dick that looked like a weapon, veined and curving up toward a purplish head that glistened with a bead of pre-cum. Fuck, it’s huge. He was shaved, clean. “You ready for this, you cheap little slut?” Malik growled, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand, rough and calloused, grabbed the chain between my nipple clamps and yanked.

She knew if she said that, he would be forced to let her in, and judging from the hurried footsteps she now heard, she knew she was absolutely right. The door was thrown open and Natasha's throat immediately went dry at the image of Malcolm Grayson standing right in front of her, half naked and dressed in only a pair of shorts. Her eyes were at the level of his chest and she gulped audibly as she stared at it. She always knew Malcolm was hot but he was even hotter with his shirts off. Focus, girl, focus. “I……I……I……” she was utterly speechless. She glanced up into his eyes and felt her knees buckle. He was so hot.

"You can undress, dear." With embarrassment, Malia does so. I widen my eyes as I realize she's not wearing a bra. I approach, wrapping my arm around her chest, hiding her intimacy from the man in front of us, and she groans in pain. "Sorry," I apologize, even though I can feel my member stiffening inside my pants. "Oh, now I get it." The doctor laughs, shaking his head. "Is there anything you can lend her to cover up a bit, Lilith?"

His massive chest rose and fell fast, sweat ran down his neck. Mira stayed on the floor, legs still spread wide. Her fingers returned to her pussy, rubbing slowly while she looked up at him. Her heavy breasts moved with every breath. Her skin looked soft and inviting against the old wooden floor. Malik pulled his tank top off over his head. His dark, muscular torso was covered in sweat. He kicked off his boots and pushed his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, dark, and very hard. The heavy shaft curved slightly upward. Pre-come dripped from the wide head.

he persuaded. "I don't think that's necessary, I'm here to model clothes, not my body." I pressed. But Coleman wouldn't back down. "I'm just challenging you if you could make a nude shot. Just one or two and we're finished." My eyes widened and my anger ignited, "No way! I'm certainly not wearing that thing and I will never never do a nude photoshoot." I convicted. Coleman smirked as his eyes narrowed. "You're being difficult, Malia. You need to be more open-minded if you want to make it in this industry." he dictated.